The date was August 1930, rain was hitting the window like hail, his eyes peeping over the blankets blinked open took in the dismal day and soon close... again. For Montigue Percival Pargeter, this holiday was turning out to be a misery of wet days and boredom. He had been sent down from the college for being caught in the girls dorm, that had been bad enough, but coming home to mother was harder! Fathers reaction had been one of; “well of boys will be boys,” a reaction, which had his mother. I tried to get my mind off her by thinking of some of my favorite babes, I even masturbated twice thinking of them to relieve the tension that was building up within me. But at the end of it, again my mind went back right there. With great difficulty I fell asleep. The next day I woke up late and my mom came to wake me up. She was dressed in a nighty and as she bent over to wake me up, I suddenly woke up and I saw again her cleavage thru the neck of the nighty. Now this was a sight that I. At no time did she ask his name, nor offer hers. The sex was urgent, almost animalistic, but both lay satisfied in the pool of their collective sweat; they lay in Alice’s front hallway, never making it to the bedroom.“That ... was unexpected,” he murmured, when he awoke/regained consciousness.“Been saving it up,” Alice stretched and rose to a sitting position. “Somebody had to be the first one. Consider yourself lucky. You got a cigarette?”“Left coat pocket. Matches in the right,” he said. “You. She went the opposite way and didn’t even want to look at a dick. No way was she going to take the abortion route either.Her boyfriend bailed when the sex supply was cut off. Her fuck-buddies avoided her, scared they’d be tapped as responsible. She couldn’t hold down a job and she’d been living with the boyfriend so when the rent was due she had to go somewhere else. But where?The older man next door had visited with her at the laundry room and helped her carry groceries and so on. When he saw.